When night falls, the off-road vehicle is still moving unhurriedly, climbing a sparsely populated winding road, giving it a never-ending feel.

Suddenly, the sound of a car engine mixed with the "ding" sound of iron sheet suddenly sounded in the night. The roar of the engine was getting closer and closer, rushing straight in their direction.

Soon a broken car trembled and chased after it, like an old man in the twilight.

The windows were lowered, and the black man's face was exposed, and his mouth opened and closed as if to say something. The cold-faced man who was driving slowed down, but didn't stop at the end.

The black man pulled to a quick stop and got into the co-pilot of the off-road vehicle with great skill.

"Lao Zhang, what's going on with you?" The black man gasped and cursed.

"Get off...... Get out of the car, ...... "The driver's voice was emotionless, repeating two words like a repeater. This is the first time Tang Shao has heard the driver speak, but it makes people scratch their heads when he speaks. It was clear that he took the initiative to slow down and let the black man get on the bus, but why did he get out of the car now?

The black man was also stunned, and his expression suddenly became nervous: "Lao Zhang! ”

"Get off...... Get out of the car, ......" The driver's voice was still repeating mechanically, and the sound was weird and chilling.

The black man also seemed to react and wanted to do something, or that he had already begun to do it.

"Don't try to resist." Uncle Drive's machine played the second sentence.

"Hold on to your seat!" The black man reminded him, and he hugged his seat with his backhand and began to close his eyes and concentrate.

As if to prove that he had the courage to die together, the car was driven half a wheel off the edge of the mountain road and quickly turned back. The violent jump of the car finally broke the outlaw's last luck. The black man opened his eyes hatefully, gritted his teeth unwillingly, and although he knew that the person in front of him was nothing more than the puppet of the woman, he still scolded viciously before opening the door and jumping out of the car.

The black SUV flashed its red taillights twice as if it were showing off, and disappeared into the night unhurriedly. At the same time, Tang Shao also felt a dizziness in his head and lost consciousness.

Tang Shao woke up with a spirit, and he didn't know when it was already dawning, but the place where he was lying was not the back seat of the car, but a linen-faced sofa that looked a little old. Ouyang Beiyan was lying on a big bed not far from her, judging by her breathing, she was just asleep.

"Where is this?" Tang Shao asked the only sitting figure in the room.

There was no response in the room except for the crackling of keyboards.

Tang Shao limped around the room twice, and his numb legs finally returned to normal, and he also saw the layout of the room by the way. This is a room in an express hotel, and the only thing that proves that this hotel is a little more advanced than a regular hotel is the linen sofa.

Tang Shao finally stopped behind the man who was busy at the small table in the room. The other party looked preoccupied, so Tang Shao couldn't bear to disturb.

An 18-inch laptop has three windows. One window shows a picture of an intersection, four sets of traffic lights, and four pedestrian crossings. In the picture, people come and go, and cars come and go, but they are controlled by traffic lights in an orderly manner. From the angle of the picture shooting, Tang Shao could judge that these pictures came from the surveillance of the intersection.

The second picture is an unrendered 3D animation with a lot of lines, and it took Tang Shao some time to realize that the second picture is a mapping of the first picture. When the young man wearing the thick bottle-bottom glasses occasionally changed the angle of view to look down, Tang Shao would find some colored spots on that picture, some yellow and some red, and several red spots were also different in shades. And this picture is the most eye-catching

The object is not the colored spots, but a convoy of three cars, which is black and the only black speck in the view of the floor plan, and the only thing moving in this picture.

The third window on the screen is a program editing window, and perhaps because the thick bottle bottom is a fan of the hacker empire, the black screen beats green text. From time to time, he would tap a few times on the keyboard, and then switch the window to the surveillance screen, carefully observing the changes in the street lights.

In addition to the computer, there is also a large notebook on hand with a thick bottle bottom. Whenever he had observed the color change of the street lamp, the bottom of the thick bottle would write something down in his notebook. From the time Tang Shao stood behind him, the man had already filled six pages, and the pages that had been filled were torn off from the bottom of the thick bottle, clumped, and thrown into a trash can that had been piled up on the side of the table.

The surveillance screen jumped, and the intersection in the screen was also changed. The four black Lincoln sedans in the picture are particularly eye-catching. The thick bottom of the bottle dotted a few places in the second window, and some pedestrians turned red. The bottom of the thick bottle only closed his eyes slightly and thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly widened, and he once again struggled to write in the notebook at hand. In the blink of an eye, the otherwise white pages were covered with dense mathematical formulas. Tang Shao, who was watching from the sidelines, became more and more fascinated, and what made the scumbag Tang Shao so fascinated was not those formulas that he couldn't understand, but that person could write so many bluffing things so casually. Tang Shao's admiration is like a surging river, and his heart is almost rippling.

When the black convoy appeared on the screen, the thick bottle finally dropped the pen in his hand and turned to the operation on the keyboard, and the crackling key sound almost became a sound.

Press enter, and the room is quiet. The thick bottom of the bottle stared nervously at the screen. On the screen, the yellow light in the east-west direction flashed a few times and then turned green. The black convoy slowly started behind a bus. On its right is a mixer truck, which starts very slowly, and you can clearly feel that the car is full of cement.

To the north of the intersection, a young man is riding towards the intersection, holding half a cup of soy milk in his hand. Tang Shao was able to capture this inconspicuous person in the noisy crowd because the thick bottom of the bottle selected this person in the second window, and there was a line of annotation next to the three-dimensional body that was dyed red: "Guan xx, clerk of a foreign company." "There is one more window in addition to the three windows, and it shows the file of Guan XX. The archives are marked with red notes and densely packed with notes. Clever, easy to get distracted, and blindly confident, a few comments were deliberately ticked out.

The screen was running as usual, as if it felt that something was wrong, and the bottom of the thick bottle clicked on the keyboard a few times, and the green light on the screen immediately turned a flashing yellow. Perhaps for fear of missing the opportunity to pass, all the cars traveling east-west tacitly picked up speed. But the yellow only flashed twice, and then immediately turned back to green. But Guan XX, who was riding from north to south, had also marched into the middle of the road.

The distance is delicate, the cyclist only has time to panic and not flee, and the driver is only enough to react instinctively. The front of the mixer truck turned to the left, barely hitting the rear of the bus, but it was just in front of the three black cars. The huge mixing tank tilted forward at a great angle with inertia and swung back again.

As the stirring tank swung back, the bottom of the thick bottle suddenly became tense, and his mouth began to chant constantly: "Wind ...... Wind...... Wind! ”

How he wished that the north wind of winter would help overthrow this behemoth.

The tanker truck was swung at a maximum angle, and seemed to stop at a balance point, and a little more would have pressed on the three black cars. Tang Shao couldn't help but sweat, and his mouth involuntarily followed the thick bottom of the bottle

"Wind ...... Wind...... Wind! However, what Tang Shao was looking forward to was that there would be an untimely south wind that could push that behemoth back.

But the tilting tanker seemed to be deliberately trying to tease the two people, and it froze in that position for a long time. The front wheels of the mixer truck turned, and with one movement of the truck, the huge mixing tank finally fell back to the ground. Three black cars deflected slightly and drove past the mixer truck. It didn't seem to be affected by the thrilling moment just now.

Tang Shao took a long breath, only to find that Ouyang Beiyan had also come to his side at some point, and he was also breathing heavily.

But the thick bottom of the bottle seems to be very annoyed by this result. He slammed a fist on the table, and there was a faint cracking sound from the thin tabletop.

"Hey......" Tang Shao called tentatively. The thick bottom of the bottle finally turned around, but the haggard face scared Tang Shao, especially the bloodshot eyes under the glasses at the bottom of the bottle made people feel that they were not alive at all. If Tang Shao had been conscious when he was in the hospital, he might have been able to recognize this person from those eyes as the doctor who had given him a physical examination at that time.

In a panic, Tang Shao could only say perfunctorily: "Oh, it's okay...... It's okay! ”

The red eyes didn't intend to bother with Tang Shao at all, and after putting his finger to his lips and making a quiet gesture, he turned around and went back to operate on the keyboard.

The screen changed again, and several intersections began to change constantly. The 3D model in the second window began to flash with red markers, and then a file with a red pen would pop up.

The thick bottom of the bottle glanced at the time, and after writing down three hundred and fifty seconds in the notebook, the dizzying calculations began.

"What did he write?" Tang Shao asked Ouyang Beiyan in a low voice.

Ouyang Beiyan lowered his voice to the point where he was almost inaudible in Tang Shao's ear: "I think he is causing a traffic accident, and he still wants to cause this accident without a trace." ”

"I can see it too, but how is he going to make it?"

Ouyang Beiyan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

After calculating the result of a formula, the pen in the hand at the bottom of the thick bottle lightly clicked twice on the notebook, as if confirming the final result.

He sighed without warning, as if to pity the world's ignorance.

"Poor human beings are not yet aware that this world has just had one more subject, you can call it social mathematics. You can think of it as an extension of statistics. The ultimate goal of social mathematics is to build a model of the behavior patterns of all human beings, and the most perfect social mathematical model should be a model that can completely predict the development of any state of affairs, including any human individual. The city is a small society, and now it lives on my computer. With that, Thick Glasses put down the pen in his hand and began to move the mouse around the window of the 3D model.

"These spots mark the locations where the city today could have an accident, calculated by this model. Yellow spots mean that the probability of an accident is between 10%~25%. This pink spot means that the probability of accident is between 25%~38, and such a bright red color means that the probability of accident is between 38%~45%. As for such a crimson color, it means that the probability of accidents happening is more than 45%. ”

The thick glasses spoke impatiently, so it spoke casually, like something was stuffed in his mouth. Tang Shao was also very impatient when he heard it, and he understood what he said when he heard it halfway, at least he thought he understood.

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